| As if this all was for not
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| The journey, the knowledge, the objective sought
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| Seeking the power transforming by force
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| I’ve given myself to this savage onslaught
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| Words cast aside as the violence emerges
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| Weapons drawn from sheaths as vitality surges
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| A crown of serpents forces conflict
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| Accompanied by minions striking forth mortally quick
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| As black as night, my will to fight
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| All before me shall perish
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| A trio of beasts whose grisly heads I shall claim
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| The wicked must learn its place amongst the lame
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| Decapitate to castrate, thy weapons removed
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| Mortal flesh of mine, beasts wish to consume
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| Ice like stares penetrates the air
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| Beckoning gestures of rage
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| Surrounded am I, long lost my fear
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| Enemies drawn close as death strides near
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| Keeping thyne resolve sharp as thy blade
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| Not worn by my path I’ve not journeyed in vain
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| As the relics of disaster ward off the assault
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| Sculpted are the fallen, statues of stone
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| Allow me this asylum as I strike through the bone
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| The venom of hate that flows
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| Violently coursing through the veins
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| Deadly grasp of claws unrelenting in pain
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| Strengthened by courage, minions be slain
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| Venomous vipers you shall know my name
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| Thy menacing gaze shall be shattered by my blade
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| Thy menacing gaze of lifeless remains
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| As if this all was for not
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| The journey, the knowledge, the objective sought
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| Seeking the power transforming by force
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| I’ve given myself to this savage onslaught
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| Tearing eyes from shallow sockets
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| Spewing guts of crimson, flowing like faucets
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| Sword shines shimmering red
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| Each gash I take removing thy head
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| Pulse of stone
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| Beheaded and cast down from thy throne
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| Sterilized, discarded your tomb now my throne
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| Pathways unguarded
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| I am the victor as you grow cold
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| Pulse of stone
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| Beheaded and cast down from thy throne
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| Sterilized discarded your tomb now my throne
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| Pathways unguarded
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| I am the victor as you’ve grown cold |